Piano Demon Novels & Stories

King Oannes - Mermaid Fish Demon - Spiritual Demon Lv 8 Bronze - An old man with a beard and human body but has legs like a fish 8. Gin and Gun: 2 twin demons - King Oannes' confidant - handsome face and large build - Spiritual Demon Bronze Level 1.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

“You shouldn’t be here.” The voice said, and I felt pain in my heart, head and everywhere else. It was the Sirion! A knowledgeable demon from the dark forest that captures one’s soul and enslaves it to his will. One of the many things I knew about this beast was that it wasn’t real. His powers hinged on hallucinations. The moment he took control of your mind, he could destroy you from the inside out. Another little detail about this particular beast was that it wasn’t a stranger to me.

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 "Do you know how to play the piano?" Demon asked as he pulled away from the hug, but his hands were on my waist. There was no inch of space between us, so I could feel his breath on my face. I turned slightly toward the piano behind me and slowly shook my head, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sure you know how to play. Play something. I want to hear it," he said, his voice low, almost demanding... but not harsh.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

I am in Nevada and if I am not wrong then you are in the control of the Archdemoness Hannabelle, so take me to her if you don’t want to lose your dick and balls now. “You are not going to do what you say, you are not legally of age yet,” said Rythian and I smiled at him again and then looked at my right hand and shifted it in the claws of a demoness. It was the original demonic hand of a succubus. If you are dealing with one then you needed to know everything that you had to about dealing with condescending bastards. And what could be better than dismembering them? “Won’t I, though?” I asked him and this time he was the one taking a step back.

That’s how he found himself in the closest police precinct begging the officers to help him. “Please! Arrest me!” Rell screamed as he practically fell into the doors constantly looking back to see if the demon would follow behind him from his apartment, convinced he’d seen his horns in his rearview mirror. “Sir, please, calm down. Why do you think we should arrest you?” The confused officer asked, looking at Rell as if he was another strung out junkie just looking for a place to stay the night. “Tha- that man! That devil!” He screamed hysterically.

"Well, at the garden, he complained about Diana. He said she's acting weird like she doesn't remember him." "She doesn't because at the moment, it's Diana he is talking to. Well, according to what you earlier said, I think the only time his demoness shows up is when she is angry. She doesn't want to talk to him because she doesn't like him any more. Or should I say, meeting her again is a mistake?" "You think so?" "You also said that, have you forgotten already? She doesn't want Luci any more, the real demoness died years ago and what we have is a reflection of her. A doppelganger who doesn't recognize any thing or any one."

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"